Lacey Wilson is a lot of things. She’s beautiful. Sweet. A little sassy. And about to be divorced. Now, on the verge of turning thirty, she’s on a mission to find herself, both emotionally and sexually. No attachments. No baggage. No problems. But when her best friend convinces her to attend a private party, where masked men and women go to have a little anonymous fun, she finds herself staring into the eyes of the most incredible man she’s ever seen, and caution gets thrown to the wind. After all, what’s just one night?
Cameron Jennings likes to keep things simple. He helps out at his father’s garage during the day, then goes home to a few beers and TV. No muss, no fuss. Until one night when he’s working as the doorman at a private party, and meets her… Once he slips the purple mask over Lacey’s eyes and gets a taste of what she has to offer, he’s done for. With Lacey on a mission to rebuild her life, and Cameron completely infatuated, will she be able to convince him they could never have a real future after the way they met? Or will he prove her wrong?
Erica Lynn is an author of yummy, erotic goodness. She lives in Houston, TX with her husband, daughters, and dogs. She considers the beach to be her happy place and, as fate would have it, fell in love with her husband after a day of sun and sand.
She’s a self-proclaimed reality TV junkie, and especially loves The Real Housewives. In her few and fleeting spare moments, she loves to settle down with a nice glass of wine and a sexy book.
“Uh…” Oh God no. No, no, no, no, no. Please no. What in the Sam Hill is he doing here? This can’t
be happening. Lacey couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even think. All she could do was
stare at Cameron in his red button up shirt, faded blue jeans, black belt and cowboy boots. Good God,
the man’s body practically screamed sex, and it seemed Lacey turned into a pile of goo whenever she
was around him. Ugh. And here she was in a pair of way too big for her khakis and an old yellow blouse.
Just freaking perfect. Frumpy Girl and Sex God. Wake up, Lacey. Wake up now.
“Lacey? Hello?” Gigi’s charm bracelet jingled as she snapped her fingers, but Lacey wasn’t quite
ready to use her vocal chords yet. “Honey, if you’re going for the whole ‘not affected by the hot guy
bringing my coworkers and me lunch’ look, you’ve failed miserably. Just give it up. It’s over.”
Lacey pulled herself out of her trance and narrowed her eyes at Gigi. “Thanks for your support.
Really. It makes this so much easier and far less mortifying.”
Gigi giggled in response. “Whatever. Y’all continue to make googly eyes at each other. You
know, like high school kids. I’m going to finish my paperwork and get the hell out of here. It’s Saturday
and while I don’t know what I’m doing yet, I can guarantee you staying late at work definitely won’t be
it.” She grabbed one of the fruit cups and shot Cameron a grin, “Thanks for the grub, Cameron. Oh, and
don’t let her discourage you. She’s a little on the shy side, but we’re super busy trying to remedy that.
Gonna chip it away, one sex party at a time.”
“Oh gosh…” Lacey moaned as she put her face in her hands. “Please, lord, just kill me now.”
Gigi turned to leave, but paused beside Lacey and whispered loud enough for the world to hear,
“He’s ridiculously hot. Like, crazy delicious man candy…so if you don’t snag him up, I will.”